Recent
mission trips to Sudan have included torrential rain, flooded
rivers, a key bridge washed away, medical emergencies, vehicle
breakdowns, lots of walking – including at night in an
operational area - thefts, attacks and the abduction of one of
our team by renegade soldiers. And much more.

"Expect to be Bombed"

It was just before departing on a recent mission trip
that I was shown a ludicrous article entitled "Why Churches in
Sudan are not Bombed!" I had to laugh reading this pathetic
piece of propaganda. It had not even been a year since I had
been buried under the debris thrown up by one of the 8 bombs,
which all landed within 100 metres of a church we were
ministering at on a Sunday morning. There had been few days
since then that I had not had cause to remember the high
pitched screaming of the bombs hurtling down upon us and the
earsplitting noise of bombs crashing through the trees,
exploding in pillars of fire and the bone jarring shock waves.
Being pummelled by the debris propelled by the blast. Then the
debris raining down on top of us.

In the months that followed I could hardly forget that
close call as my health hadn’t been the same since. I had
suffered several months of flu, pneumonia and bronchitis
which, because of the damage to my left lung, caused in turn
by my cracked ribs, stubbornly refused to heal.

The latest Jeremiah Films release, "Terrorism and
Persecution" documents the shocking systematic bombing of
churches, hospitals and schools by the Sudan Air Force. It
seemed incredible that anyone could deny the reality of the
deliberate targeting of Christian churches and schools by the
National Islamic Front government of Sudan.

"Expect to be Shot"

However, although ridiculous, the article also included
a specific threat to myself, by name: "Peter Hammond should
expect to be bombed when he comes to Sudan … he should expect
to be shot on sight!"

What was particularly noteworthy about this article and
its threat was that it was on the official Government of
Sudan, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, website! The article even
gave a reason why I should expect to be bombed and / or shot
"because his writings make him an enemy of the government of
Sudan". So there you have it: the Muslim military dictatorship
in Khartoum would never bomb churches – but they might
consider bombing (or shooting) missionaries who write about
it!

"Abort Mission"

Barely 36 hours before I was due to depart on this
mission trip to Sudan, a message came through from our team
there. Cancel your trip, the message read. Torrential rains
have made ministry in Sudan "impossible" at this time. The
river is flooded and the bridge has been washed away. The
river is "uncrossable" and no meetings can be
organised.

I
immediately sent a reply back stating that if we let
assessments like this affect our determination to fulfil our
mission then not much would have been accomplished in the last
20 years. I don’t believe in aborting anything, least of all
my mission.

"The River is Uncrossable"

Upon arriving in a neighbouring country, our charter
pilot gave a similar warning that he had heard that the bridge
was down and the river was "uncrossable." I told him "I was
crossing the Yei River before there was a bridge."

He also doubted whether it would be safe or even
possible to land at the designated bush airstrip. They had not
been able to raise our mission base on the radio and therefore
had no up to date information on the rainfall, the security
situation or condition of the airfield. Their operating
procedures prevented them from landing without direct radio
contact with a receiving team at the destination. I did
persuade him to fly us in, but he warned me that if he did not
make radio contact before reaching our airfield, or if there
was no one on the ground to secure the airstrip, then we would
have to return without landing – at our own expense. It was a
risk, but confident that God was leading us to trust Him, I
knew that we had to take those risks. Where God guides, He
provides.

"No Fly Zone"

We flew through a lot of clouds. On one occasion the
pilot indicated in the distance a government of Sudan airbase.
He also told me of a co-pilot who had recently been shot dead
by groundfire while in flight over Sudan. It was a clearly
marked Red Cross aircraft – but that had not stopped Sudanese
soldiers from firing on the aircraft. The co-pilot’s head
exploded all over the pilot and cockpit. Incredibly the pilot
still managed to land the aircraft at Lokichoggio in
neighbouring Kenya.

"No Radio Contact"

As we neared our destination, the tension mounted and
so too did the prayers. There was absolutely no radio response
from our base. What could have happened? There was a break in
the clouds. We could see the swollen river pouring over where
the bridge had been. At parts the Yei River had swollen seven
times it’s normal width. Everything was very green and very
wet. There were pools of water all over, even on parts of the
airstrip. The pilot informed us that as there was no one at
the airstrip and as they could not raise anyone at our mission
base on the radio, we would have to abort and return to the
neighbouring country.

I
looked over the interior of the aircraft packed full of
Bibles, books and bicycles. These were all desperately needed
down below. I had commitments to keep. How could we get so
close and give up? Some serious negotiations
followed.

By God’s grace, our pilot finally agreed to land
despite the failure of our ground team to secure the airstrip
or respond to radio communications. The aircraft banked
steeply and headed for the damp airstrip.

As we hit the runway, water splashed up higher than the
aircraft as we ploughed through the puddles. We had barely
reached the end of the airstrip when a whole herd of cattle
came out of the bush and covered much of the middle of the
runway! It was just such dangers that required a ground team
to secure these bush landing strips before a landing should be
attempted. If that herd had broken through the tree line onto
the airstrip just one minute before - there could have been a
very fatal accident.

Left Behind

We quickly off-loaded the one tonne of Bibles, books
and bicycles. It’s always somewhat unnerving to watch your air
transport take off when you’re left behind in a war zone.
Especially when you have no ground transport and a tonne of
cargo to deliver. Well we were not actually transportless – we
did have 12 bicycles!

Bibles On Bicycles

With the help of some local Christians who started to
arrive at the airstrip, we succeeded in ferrying the
Scriptures and educational materials to the river. It had been
some time since I had last ridden a bicycle but after 6 trips
between the airfield and the river I felt I was becoming quite
adept at balancing heavy loads across very uneven
tracks.

At the riverbank we looked with amazement. In seven
years of ministering in Moruland, I had never before seen the
river so high, so full, so wide and flowing so
fast.

The original bridge, built by the British, had been
blown up by the Muslim government forces as they retreated
from the area in 1991. Until missionaries built a footbridge
over the shattered pillars of the old bridge in 1998, river
crossings were done mostly by boat. Now the floodwaters had
ripped apart most of the footbridge. Most of the footbridge
was under water and the pillars were being moved by the
tremendous force of the floodwaters.

We had carried so many tonnes of Bibles over this
footbridge – including the very first complete Bible in the
Moru language. Now we would have to use boats again. But the
torrent of water was far too turbulent to risk a boat crossing
at this time. Nor was any boat available.

The local people who had helped us ferry our supplies
to the riverbank pointed out that several people had drowned
attempting to cross the river. "It’s impossible to cross the
river now!" they told us.

When unseasonal torrential rains caused
flooding and washed away the only bridge for hundreds of
miles, the only way across was hand over hand - by
cable.

My
co-worker from the United States, John, used to be in
the Rangers. "No river is impossible!" he smiled. John
pointed out that one of the steel cables to which the
walkway had been attached was still suspended above the
waters. We noticed that the cable was vibrating and
under the force of the water, was beginning to come
loose from where it was anchored in the ground. We
warned the people to stand back -whenever the cable
snapped or came loose, it would rip through anything, or
anyone, in its path.

"Ideally we need carabineers, a sling, a harness
and pulley, some rope and gloves," said John. "And I
prepositioned all that equipment with the ground team on
the previous trip for just such an
eventuality."

"But that’s all at the base on the other side of
the river!" I noted.

"Rangers Show the Way"

"Well" said John, "Let the Rangers show the way." And
with that he reached out and took hold of the cable and
started climbing hand over hand, ankle over ankle, across the
roaring waters. In the army we did this sort of thing with
ropes – but on a frayed one inch steel cable, without gloves,
John’s legs and hands began to be badly rubbed raw and cut up.
Pieces of John’s flesh were left on some rough parts of the
cable. Incredibly he kept going, but the cable was sagging and
just 10 feet from the other bank, his arms and legs badly cut
up, John fell in to the water and disappeared from
view.

There was so much debris – including whole trees –
being washed down that I was worried that he would get snagged
under water by the mangeled iron remains of the blown up
bridge or ensnared in the broken remnants of the footbridge or
knocked unconscious by the flowing logs and
branches.

After an agonising, heart stopping time of suspense
John resurfaced about a hundred metres downstream! He had been
swimming underwater towards the shore and surfaced close to a
thorn tree which he quickly grasped – causing more damage to
his injured hands. In a few minutes John was walking to our
mission base to fetch the equipment which would enable us to
ferry our literature and supplies across the raging
river.

Deserted

At the base John learned that our ground team had
packed up and driven out – back to South Africa – just a few
hours before. The filthy, disorganised and chaotic state of
our stores and all the broken equipment told a story. The
Sudanese staff members explained how the team’s relationships
with the local Church had deteriorated in the same way as the
mission station had. "When they heard your plane flying
overhead – they fled!" explained one. They had also cancelled
my planned seminars and dismissed all the students of the
school a few days before.

Over the years I’ve seen many people crack up, or give
up, under the severe stresses of the field. Extreme heat,
clouds of insects, tropical diseases and prolonged dangers
along with all the cross cultural complications, linguistic
difficulties and logistical frustrations can combine together
to drive even normally strong people to bitterness or
irrational despair.

Reinforcements

Soon after this, however, our overland team, Tim and
Hansie, arrived after an epic 7200 km (4500 miles) drive. In
18 days they had crossed 7 international borders and gone
through over 30 roadblocks. They had had to stop to make
vehicle repairs over 10 times and got stuck in mud 6 times.
Because of the exceptionally long and intense rainy season,
the last stretch of dirt roads were mud pools.

John and I certainly appreciated their help with
carrying our equipment, books and supplies across the rising
river. Some bags were still being brought across the river by
pulley and harness attachment in the dark.

Washed Away

The next morning, while I tried to sort things out and
get the mission base and school operational again, Tim worked
at bringing the remainder of our cargo across the Yei River.
The water had risen even higher since the previous night and
the pillars of the broken bridge looked even more unstable.
There was every indication that two of the central pillars
were about to give way before the torrent of water. Yet Tim
brought the 6 boxes of Bibles and school textbooks safely
across. Each time he pulled himself and another box across,
the water was even higher until his back was soaked from the
river. The pillars were visibly moving. The cable was making
noises under the strain. Within a short time after Tim
completed his balancing acts and cable crossings, one of the
pillars was washed away by the raging river. We rejoiced in
God’s perfect timing and protection!

"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and through the rivers, they shall not overflow you…" Isaiah
43:2

Restoration

When we tried to anticipate all that could go wrong on
our mission trip, we could not have foreseen that all the
seminars I had personally organised on my previous trip would
have been cancelled by the outgoing team. Transport and
communications are perennial problems in Sudan, so I set to
work to re-organise everything. Messengers were sent out by
bicycle, where possible radio messages were dispatched and for
other arrangements I went personally.

The local church leaders instituted a Board of Inquiry
into the strange activities of the previous team which had
dismissed the school and deserted the base before being
relieved. At the Sunday services I apologised to the community
for the disrespectful and destructive activities of our
previous team. The Bishop admonished us to be more careful in
our selection and training of field workers. "You must
thoroughly test their character" before sending them to Sudan,
he urged. Then Bishop Bullen added: "Even Jesus had a Judas
amongst His 12 disciples." Another pastor explained: "These
youngsters don’t think we have anything to say. We don’t have
fancy trucks to drive like they do. Our huts are empty, but
our hearts are full."

The rest of our team headed out while Tim remained
behind to run the mission station and the Christian Liberty
High School. At the time he was the only teacher and despite
the washed away bridge many students were streaming back,
walking great distances or even coming by dugout canoes. Every
day Tim conducted children’s Bible studies before the school
chapel and lectures. Then lots of physical work to repair,
sort out and organise the chaotic stores.

Reformation

Despite the short notice, broken bridge and muddy
roads, pastors, teachers and civil leaders walked from far and
wide to attend our Reformation Conference. With everyone using
Frontline’s new, well illustrated Reformation Manual, I
presented the distinctive doctrines of the Reformation and
inspiring stories of the courageous Reformers who changed
history by applying the Lordship of Christ to all areas of
life. There was much excitement and enthusiasm from all the
conference participants and many were awarded Reformed books
to use in their teaching and preaching. The discussions on how
these Biblical truths impact our situations and society were
lively and refreshing.

Destruction vs. Construction

In discussions, many brought up the attacks by Muslim
terrorists on America. They were clearly distressed and
grieved over the tremendous loss of life and destruction of
property in New York and Washington DC. I pointed out that it
took 7 years to build the World Trade Centre, but barely more
than an hour to destroy it. It took 42 days to build the
bridge across the Yei river – yet it was blown up in a few
minutes. It is always easier to destroy than to
build.

As Jesus said: "The thief does not come except to
steal, and to kill and destroy. I have come that they may have
life, and that they may have it more abundantly." John
10:10

As Christians we need to build up – not break down. We
need to plant – not uproot. We need to construct – not
destruct. The bridge across the Yei river had united the Moru
people who had been divided by the river. The bridge made
possible mobility, commerce, relationships and ministry that
would otherwise not have been possible. How many thousands of
sick people had been carried across that bridge to receive
medical attention at the hospital? How many hundreds of lives
had been saved because of those who had built the bridge? And
how many lives would be lost because of those who had blown up
the bridge?

Jesus vs. Muhammad

We also noticed that while Jesus healed the sick,
Muhammad could not. Jesus could make a crippled man walk –
Muhammad could only make a walking man crippled. Jesus could
make a blind man see – Muhammad could make a seeing man blind.
Jesus could make a dead man alive - Muhammad could make live
men dead. Jesus could multiply a few loaves and fishes to feed
thousands - Muhammad could divide the loot after raiding a
caravan. Jesus could walk on the water - Muhammad could ride a
camel. Jesus set the captives free - Muhammad made free people
captives. Jesus taught us to love our enemies - Muhammad
taught his followers to kill, amputate or enslave his enemies.
Today you can visit the grave of Muhammad in Medina – but in
Jerusalem there is an empty tomb.

"For there is one God and one Mediator between God and
men, the Man Christ Jesus, Who gave Himself a ransom for all…"
1 Timothy 2:5-6

Gunfight in the Street

We had a most blessed time of fellowship and worship at
the church. This was the same church that had previously been
destroyed by two helicopter gun ships of the Sudan Air Force.
It was rebuilt on the very site of the previous
building.

At this town, John, Hansie and I then got caught up in
a gun fight in the main street on Saturday afternoon. We had
just finished our seminar lectures and were on our way to the
market when soldiers from different tribes began exchanging
gunfire. Bullets whistled overhead and everyone scattered.
Hansie and I dropped to the ground and crawled behind a large
tree as we heard rounds smacking into trees around us. John
ran forward and captured some of the action on video camera!
Later he was able to replay the event to an officer who could
plainly identify who was involved and who was
responsible.

Through the Mud

Then, as our next commitments were on the other side of
the river, we began what would be an over 500 km journey by
vehicle to cross the river by the only remaining bridge nearly
300 km upstream and then to double back to a location not too
far from where we were now. With the river as it was now, and
with the load of Bibles, film evangelism equipment and medical
supplies needed for our training seminars on the other side of
the river - there was little option.

Hansie, John and I were joined by two Sudanese
chaplains - Charles and Francis. With a heavily laden truck we
headed out to slip and slide across the muddy obstacle courses
that passed for roads. Sometimes one of us had to get out and
wade ahead to discern the least worst way to drive through the
mud or bush. As we progressed the roads got drastically worse.
(It took us 18 hours hard driving to cover 300 km.)

Some of the pot holes were 6 feet deep and mostly full
of water. At one point I smelt petrol and before I could work
out where the fumes were coming from I got soaked as petrol
poured over me through the open window! One of our spare
jerricans of fuel (for our film evangelism generator) on the
roof had ruptured and as we braked for a pot hole litres of
petrol just happened to land on me.

Mechanical Problems

As night fell and our lights grew dimmer we realised
that our alternator was not charging the batteries and the
engine was losing power. Constant mud and water had probably
clogged the connections on the generator. At this point we
also noticed that we had lost our spare tyre and that the
bracket holding it had broken completely off.

We improvised and used the jumper cables to connect our
auxillary battery to the main battery. This provided a
temporary solution. Shortly after this a massive mud pool so
covered our headlights that we thought our fuses had blown. In
fact the lights were fine. The mud was so thick that it had
obliterated all the lights! Some serious cleaning between mud
pools and a searchlight held by hand out of the window enabled
us to push several miles further.

Sick and Stuck

Close to midnight our fuel was very low and the lights
were growing dim. Then we got so stuck - up to our axels in
thick deep mud - that no amount of digging could get us out.
(The winch motor had burned out some time earlier after
recovering other vehicles stuck in the mud.) Now we were
stuck. Hansie was getting feverish (he was actually suffering
from Tetanus), so leaving Hansie and the chaplains with the
vehicle, John and I began to walk to the nearest
town.

A Walk in the Dark

It was close to midnight and very dark. As it was the
operational area and an after dark curfew was in place, we
were quite concerned that some soldiers on patrol or at a
checkpoint would shoot first and ask questions afterwards. I
was also praying that any soldiers we met would understand
English - because I didn’t know enough Arabic to talk my way
out of this kind of trouble.

It was three hours and many mud pools, puddles and
streams later that we reached our destination. At one point a
military patrol came straight towards us. I saw one soldier,
fully kitted out, with rifle at the ready, emerge from the
dark - then another to his left, a third to his right, a
fourth to the left ... a platoon properly staggered for
operational night patrol was heading for us.

Through the Lines

"Good evening." I greeted politely. Their eyes grew
wide, hands tensed on their AK 47 assault rifles. "Good
evening." I continued to greet each one as they marched past
us to our left and right ... then they disappeared into the
dark! We had just walked straight through the middle of a
military patrol, after midnight, in an operational area -
without even being challenged!

Some time after that we smelt smoke - both tobacco and
the smoke of a fire. Then we saw the chalk line across the
road. This had to be the military checkpont for the town. We
walked forward very carefully. This was a dangerous situation
as a nervous guard might shoot without any warning. We
expected to be challenged at any moment. Then I saw the metal
barrier and soldiers sleeping - on both sides of the road. We
kept walking. Nobody challenged us. Everyone was asleep! We
walked into the town without any hindrance. Now we had to find
the church compound.

By God’s grace, we finally found the compound and we
were warmly welcomed despite being in the early hours.
Suddenly, being amongst clean people, we realised how
thoroughly filthy and mud splattered we were. However, I
determined not to clean up until we’d extricated our vehicle
from the mud and rescued our team still stuck out on "the
road".

Finding a vehicle was a challenge. It was dawn before I
was able to borrow a motorbike from a nearby compound and head
out to help our team. In the full light of day I could see
what obstacles I’d tripped over in the dark, and what mud
puddles we’d wadded into, the night before. After the night
hike, it was a luxurious feeling to cover so much distance so
quickly and effortlessly.

A
truck pulled our vehicle out of the mud and soon we were all
at the compound drinking tea. Hansie, however, was suffering
an acute fever. We rushed him to the local clinic where he was
diagnosed as having tetanus infection.

Creative Problem Solving

As I washed off the layers of mud I reflected on our
dilema. The roads ahead were reportedly even worse than the
ones we had just come through. Our vehicle was in need of
serious repairs, but our mechanic, Hansie, was even more
seriously sick. We had lost our spare wheel, the alternator
was not working and the winch motor was burned out. As things
stood we were going to be late for our chaplains training
seminar.

As I was praying for wisdom and guidance, some teacher
trainers requested me to help them. They desperately needed
Bibles and other literature in Arabic, Bari, Moru and English
for their teachers and students. Now, by God’s grace, I had
pre-positioned tonnes of Bibles and books in just those
languages in two neighbouring countries.

On a Wing and a Prayer

I found a radio and within a few hours had
arranged an aircraft to fly in to our location with
Bibles and books in Bari, Moru, English and Arabic. This
aircraft would then fly us to an airfield near to where
our Chaplains Training Course was going to take place.
On the way we would drop off Hansie at the hospital.
Meanwhile the vehicle would remain behind at the
compound to be repaired by Hansie after he had
recovered.

In
this way we casualty evacuated our sick team member,
supplied the teachers and students at our location with
the needed Bibles and books, airlifted our film
evangelism equipment, Bibles, books, medic packs, and
other gifts to the area where our next training courses
were going to take place and we’d make all our
commitments - on time!

We would also need to
borrow some vehicle for our ministry activities on the
other side of the river. The only acceptable currency
for "renting" a vehicle in Sudan is fuel. So I also had
a couple of drums of diesel flown in. This secured us
the use of a Land Cruiser at our next
destination.

Flying in the Bibles was actually the easy
part. Getting them across the river and distributed to
the schools, churches and army bases was a logistical
challenge.

To the Front

The teachers were delighted as we off-loaded the Bibles
and books for them, then we loaded on our cargo and we were
racing down the runway and airborne. There were still some
logistical problems and delays at the other side - but within
24 hours we had ferried all our people, equipment and supplies
to the Chaplains Training Centre near the front.

After all the complications, it was a great joy to
finally be there. We received a wonderful warm welcome from
the soldiers, commanders and chaplains. After an enthusiastic
worship service, training began. This included practicals,
physical training, and lectures. I was encouraged by how well
some answered tests to evaluate how well they remembered
previous lessons. We also went over the Evangelism Explosion
materials again. There were some great testimonies of units
impacted with the Gospel, of many lives transformed and many
soldiers discipled.

"Antanov!"

Each night we showed different Biblical or Historical
films. One night our film evangelism was interrupted by the
unmistakable sound of an Antanov bomber flying directly
overhead. Everyone scattered as I ran to the generator and
killed the lights. We crouched down behind cover and strained
our ears to discern any metalic sound of bomb bay doors
opening or the sound of falling bombs. However, we were all
relieved as the sound of the Antanov’s engine receeded. No
bombs were dropped and the cleared streets filled up with
soldiers again We continued the film - in this case on the
life of Joseph.

My hut seemed infested with rats. Once I came in to see
a rat run over my sleeping bag and pillow! On other occasions
rats dropped from the thatch roof onto my mosquito net, then
scurried off. On numerous occasions I was kept awake at night
by the activities of rats all around me. As my hut was also
the storeroom I had to chase them away. Later my host told me
that after I left he had his neighbours surround his compound
and they systematically killed 160 rats where I’d been
staying! They’ve pleaded with me to bring in some cats to deal
with the plague of rats. (We’d earlier brought in some cats
for a medical mission. Their exploits in eradicating the rat
problem are now legendary.)

Preach the Gospel, Heal the Sick

While I was conducting the Chaplains Training
Course, John was running a Medical Workshop. For some
Chaplains this was the 12th Frontline Fellowship
leadership training course they’d attended. Some of the
medics had attended all of our Medical training courses
back to 1996. The medics were each provided with a
medical backpack full of essential first aid
supplies.

At
the conclusion of the Chaplains course, the Chaplains
were equipped with boots, backpacks, Bible bags,
chaplains uniforms, Gospel Recordings "Messengers",
God’s Story VCD evangelism kits, lots of Bibles and
books and bicycles.

Once the Chaplains and Medics courses were
concluded we needed to leave for a town over 35 miles
away - but our transport failed to arrive. As the sun
set we started smearing anti-mosquito lotion over all
the exposed parts of our bodies and headed out on
bicycles to make the Sunday church services we were
scheduled to preach at the following morning. By God’s
grace the rain held off and we made all our commitments
in good time.

It was our joy to train and equip pastors and
chaplains with the God’s Story evangelism kits -
backpacks with VCD Gospel presentation in Arabic, solar
panels, rechargeable batteries and public address
systems. Tim, Peter and Hansie spread out the Kit

Equipped with the new God's Story VCD solar
powered evangelism kits, Bibles and bicycles, Chaplains
set out on the road to Juba.

Persevering Under Trails

The church was badly damaged from aerial bombardments
but the worship service was carried out amidst the ruins - a
clear testimony that Jesus Christ is building His Church and
the gates of Hell will not prevail against it. In the evenings
we showed Christian films to thousands of people who packed
out the ruined church building. Despite the relentless
persecution by the National Islamic Front government, the
Christians in Southern Sudan are standing firm, filling the
churches and bringing up their children to love, honour and
worship our Lord Jesus Christ.

As the pastor showed me the mud pits and brick works
where their members are painstakingly making tens of thousands
of bricks to rebuild their bombed church, I could see that
these resilient Christians will never give up. They would
rather die for Christ than denounce Him. The Islamisation and
Arabisation policies of the Sudanese government havn’t got a
chance. They are thoroughly discredited and rejected by the
courageous Christian Black people of Southern
Sudan.

How, then, can we Christians who have the privilege of
religious freedom allow anything to make us give up? Seldom
have I undertaken a mission trip where so many things went
wrong - and yet seldom have I had the privilege of
experiencing a mission trip more blessed with true spiritual
success. God can turn our obstacles into opportunities. He can
make our stumbling blocks into stepping stones. The will of
God will never lead you where the Grace of God cannot keep
you.

Peter Hammond

(In the next Frontline Fellowship News the story
continues with attacks and abduction by renegade soldiers,
thefts, diseases and a cobra.)